( Do you love me? Do you love me? )

In the still of the night, as I gaze from my window,

At the moon in it's flight, my thoughts all stray to you . . .

In the still of the night, while the world is in slumber,
Oh the times without number, Darling when I say to you,
"Do you love me, as I love you?
Are you my life to be, my dreams come true? ( Will you be my dream come true? )
Or, will this dream of mine fade out of sight?"
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill,
In the chill, still of the night . . . ( Do you love me? )

( Do you love me? )

In the still of the night . . .